intangible

words of woman
honey laced with arsenic
rolling tasty
sweet against the tongue
waiting for the bitter
killing bite

in the dark hours
plotting vengeance
of ten thousand morrows
cruelty waiting
for the shifting sands
of power

time pauses, shattered
whilst the i
who is not me rises
the fury of arrogance
quick beating
at pounding temples

the watcher sighs
my mortal body whispers
remember to breathe
awake we are whole
immersed in the present
intangible, untouchable

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